Mumbai says welcome in many languages. There’s one place where you can taste them all. Vileparle says welcome home.
Read ‘A Mumbai Kind of Welcome – Vileparle Variety‘ here.
I grew up in a big, bad metro city. I grew up in one of its oldest villages. The journey from Marol gaon to where I am today is as winding as Andheri Kurla road. The text of ‘Big City Girl – Marol Memoirs‘ can be viewed here.
Love poem chaptered in pieces of my heart & pages of a journal. Read the poem ‘Journal Entries, 2016’ here.
I found home years after losing it, on a different island. Mahim was full of stories. Read ‘Another Island‘ here.
All of you homesick for the sickness of love, hating yourself for thinking of an ex, propping yourself on memories of a relationship, wondering if healing will ever be clean. It won’t. Read ‘PATCHWORK RELATIONSHIP‘.
A story of two realities (flight & bondage) juxtaposed in a corner of Mumbai’s forgotten history. Read ‘FLAMINGOS‘ here.
You’re out to dinner on Friday night. It’s nothing exciting, nothing new. Till you look over to the next table. Read ‘FRIDAY NIGHT NOSTALGIA‘ here.
Versova bears the name of one of Mumbai’s oldest fishing villages. It is also home to the dream factory of romance. Read ‘See You At Versova At 6 (Milte hain Versova pe)’ here.
